Authors Notes: A look at Laura and her habit Disclaimer: Trust me if I owned evo... -drifts off into a daydream-
She can't stop
They flashed through her mind as she draws the cool metal of her claws across her skin to reveal beads of scarlet blood.
She hears their screams as she slashes xs into her tender forearm and bathes herself in crimson.
Their pain sears into her soul as she feels the metal making contact with her bones.
But she doesn't stop.
She'll never stop. Tonight, like every night, she dies for them.
Tonight, like every night she sheds her septic form, tonight she atones.
She faces her eternal torment; she relishes it.
She lives to die for her helpless victims.
She dies for her sensei. She dies for her mother. She dies for candidate Johnson and his family. She dies for Martin and Rachael. She dies for Desmond and for Rice. She dies for them all once more.
But she can't stop.
There are still people out there who shouldn't live. The x-men are too heroic to have blood on their hands; the others are too far-gone to care. So she must continue being a weapon. She has to carry on dying for them because if she doesn't, no one else will.
Fin.